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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

C.O.R.A Diversity Roll Call

This is week #4. Things are going well but we want to grow so do join us for this week's assignment. May is designated Asian Heritage Month. April is National Poetry Month so to celebrate both, I am sharing about a poet.

...besides the threat of terrorism, economic chaos, etc.--is my young adult daughters. As a mother it is my duty to protect them; so the conflict is how to write about some of the things that we experience as a family without compromising them. It is a difficult issue for me. ~Kimiko Kahn , interview at Voices from the Gaps.

IN CHILDHOOD

things don’t die or remain damagedbut return: stumps grow back hands,a head reconnects to a neck,a whole corpse rises blushing and newly elastic.Later this vision is not True:the grandmother remains deadnot hibernating in a wolf’s belly.Or the blue parakeet does not returnfrom the little grave in the fern gardenthough one may wake in the morningthinking mother’s call is the bird.Or maybe the bird is with grandmotherinside light. Or grandmother was the birdand is now the doggnawing on the chair leg.Where do the gone things gowhen the child is old enoughto walk herself to school,her playmates alreadypumping so high the swing hiccoughs?